Tech's Mex - Tech N9ne

Gave it a try, but I never considered the brothers would always try to hype me

up

Shorty Macky, really psyched me up

When I wrote that back in the day, I was laughing to myself knowing they’d be

jeffin'

When they hear this and they still do it today, but I wrote that style back in

I’m original, all they bite is a Tech’s Mex

No residual, y’all should write us a blessed check

On the set, let’s have a dialect test

Unequivocal, y’all are liars and Tech-esque

Why?

I devour things

Kill 'em like a psycho shower scene

I’m authentic and y’all lost and sick

Shredded cheese, ground beef and sour cream

They be loving the way that N9na chop it up into pieces

They wanna thieve it, not even keep it a secret

But the way I kick it, they couldn’t stick it with adhesive

They wanna reach it up on a level the beast is

But they release it, we’ll thank American cheeses

That is the cheapest, they know the price of the Seepage

I frequent, why in this business, we go make peace with the leeches?

We are the teachers, like a penitentiary, got the bars to keep ya

Being all believers, if you’re not welp, hard to reach us like a top-shelf

margarita

I flowed the best way, on the mic I’ma go for let’s-play

Gassing, I got to go collect pay, behold the set say

Dressing like a soldier, essay

Beat you with a fucking molcajete if you chose the Tech’s spray

You tried to see though

Said you came up with it, then you lying like a Leo

I’m quite the hero, but the pacifist level has went to zero

Try me, I’ll roll you up like a taquito

With chicken and chorizo, bean sauce

'Cause of biters, the N9na had many dreams lost

But then when I became the bee, cut the sting off

When the king boss bring frost, making your lowest temperature seem false

I’m original, all they bite is a Tech’s Mex

No residual, y’all should write us a blessed check

On the set let’s have a dialect test

Unequivocal, y’all are liars and Tech-esque

Why?

I devour things

Kill 'em like a psycho shower scene

I’m authentic and y’all lost and sick

Shredded cheese, ground beef and sour cream

If this pertaining to you, don’t be sore papa

But you wallow my music like white on rice, that’s horchata

Me checking you never pay homage to N9na is more caca

If you did not take nada from Tech you might live in a poor casa

It’s over the way you sniffing and you digging in my hip folder to get dough

bruh

I’m never yellin' you get shoulder or better yet a pistola

Bet the quick flow up (Ha)

You became a big roller (Ha)

How you gonna hiss cobra right out your lips soldier, you hit a brick boulder

(Ha)

And this ain’t for the fan that is inspired, wanna yank from the man that is in

fire

When he’s dank on the jam and he win buyers, bank’s gonna land on his empire

Speaking 'bout the mental robbers and get in the dollars

Never say how they got it, don’t attend the holler

Never mentioning Tech is like a sin to Allah like cheddar on enchiladas,

empanadas

I keep hearing the Tech N9na replay when I peep some of the cadences he spray

Use my formula to come up is cliche, but your movements are fishy ceviche

Everybody, they know Tech’s flow, haters who clip it, they never pay no checks

though

Tell 'em hasta luego, get low, hate it when I pop, fill up some Queso Fresco

I’m original, all they bite is a Tech’s Mex

No residual, y’all should write us a blessed check

On the set, let’s have a dialect test

Unequivocal, y’all are liars and Tech-esque

Why?

I devour things

Kill 'em like a psycho shower scene

I’m authentic and y’all lost and sick

Shredded cheese, ground beef and sour cream

Tech N9na, original

All the others are Taco Bell

And I’m that El Patron having that pariada